In the next week I plan to write about:
The disappearance of Fred and Gus, our pups
Niamh’s first week of school
Finn
Our back yard
A little problem I have
and, The Toothfairy.
I think I can do it. I have to set goals. I have to set attainable goals. I have to go to the bathroom.
Peace Out.
Highlights of the day for me included:
Niamh using the term “Mother Load” in a sentence. I couldn’t find my lunchbox because we all put them in a big bin that was like THE MOTHER LOAD of lunchboxes.
Arriving at Finn’s preschool just in time to overhear his teacher say Finn, we don’t say “Butt Head” at school.
All the kids in Finn’s class ratting out the boy who actually said Butt Head, thereby restoring Finn’s untarnished reputation among preschoolers.
Getting the right combo of shampoo (Aveda Be Curly), conditioner (Aveda Be Curly), styling base spray (Bumble and Bumble Tonic Prep), and styling cream (Moroccan Oil Curl Cream), wearing my rain coat with the rain hood over my head on the walk to school creating just the right amount of warm humidity for my hair to dry…all resulting in a good hair day.
Peace to Your Mama.
Yesterday, while I moped around the house without direction after the kidnapping of our puppies (story later), Finn spent the entire day, no nap (gasp), in the yard helping Steve.
Finn had a blast hammering a pencil into our pile of dirt with a real hammer. Then, he would flip the hammer around and use the nail remover side to rip the pencil out of the dirt, and then start anew, very focused. When Steve told him he could use a real hammer, Finn came inside and announced the milestone proudly. Daddy said I could nuse a real hammer, Mama. He did. Ask him. He also helped move rocks from point A to Point B with his Tonka truck, and dragged timber pieces around the yard.
Steve equally enjoyed the day with his boy, in the yard, in the rain, playing in dirt, with power tools, and real hammers. At one point in the day, Steve came in to the kitchen beaming about getting to make this memory with Finn.This is why he did the touchdown dance when the ultrasonographer told us we were having a boy 5 years ago.
Niamh was at Cousin Emily’s playing with Emily’s new kitty.
I was in the house, in a bathrobe and slippers (figuratively speaking), walking in circles, staring at empty kennels, talking to pet psychics, very sad that our pups were gone.
Later, when Steve was getting the kids showered before bed, he thanked Finn for all his help during the day and then turned to Niamh and told her that Finn was a really good helper while she was at Emily’s.
Niamh grunted and exclaimed, Finn Finn Finn! Blah Blah Blah! I’m tired of hearing about Finn and how he was good. I need some alone time from Finn! You don’t have to talk about Finn anymore!
I leave you with this.
I want Carol’s dress, and Jan’s red boots.
